Writing is an Exercise, but Writing is Not an Exercise

writing comes easy sometimes
not-so-easy other times
but to try and make it happen
that’s the real mistake

every effort comes out like a wheeze
a line, a half-a-line before being
shaken off by some part of you that
just knows better

you sit, quiet and alone, in your brown
faux-leather manager’s chair
at 3:00 a.m. and listen to the silence
as it hisses in your ears

it’s times like these you know words will
never quite live to capture
no matter how many poems or novels or
essays or haikus you attempt

the little lamp on your little table set
beside your little twin-sized
bed has been on all night since you
fell asleep early, at 7:30 p.m.

it keeps you company in the
quiet hours.

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